Love, Beca

2 - Becawww

By the next morning, the only email Beca had received was a conformation of her new email account. Although she was disappointed, she didn't have time to dwell on it because she was already running late for school. She sacrificed her time to get ready by snoozing two of her alarms and sleeping for an extra half hour.

Beca slipped her headphones over her ears and placed the strap of her school bag over her shoulder. Her music started up as she dashed out of her bedroom.

As she approached the bottom of the stairs, her father looked up from where he was sat at the kitchen table. "Morning, Bec." He greeted as he folded the newspaper and sat it on the table.

"Morning." Beca mumbled mid yawn. Her sleep dazed state was still apparent, so she headed towards the coffee machine in desperate need of a fix.

She dropped her bag to the floor, slid her headphones down, and began to prepare her coffee. Buddy appeared at her feet, preventing her from moving elsewhere.

Beca pouted at the puppy, then reached for a tin of dog food from the cupboard, and emptied it into Buddy's food bowl. "Eat up, bud." She said after she'd placed the bowl on the floor. He began to dig in to his breakfast almost instantly.

A small laugh escaped Beca as she watched the small puppy demolish the food. As Beca glanced up, she watched as Kat served up two fluffy pancakes onto a plate whilst Emily poured three glasses of orange juice.

She carried the glasses over to the table then returned to her mother's side. All of a sudden Emily burst into song. "Pour a glass and bite my tongue. You say I'm the only one."

Beca joined in, and took the next line, "If it's true then why you running, you running, ooh."

"If you're really being honest, if you really want this, ooh." Emily sang.

The following line was sung by Kat as she swung the spatula about. "Why you acting like a stranger."

"What's with your behaviour, ooh." Beca sang as she shuffled her feet side to side.

They collectively took up the next few lines of the song. "Say my name, say my name. If you love me let me hear you. Say my name, say my name."

No one had the chance to claim the next line because Kat turned abruptly. "Oh shit." She hissed once she'd picked up the frying pan and examined the contents. "Does anyone want a burnt pancake?"

Spontaneous singing wasn't rare in the Mitchell-Junk household. Beca, Emily and Kat sang together all the time and it made Beca feel more at home. She had missed the presence of music in her home, it filled the dark empty void, without music everything felt a little empty. But the house was beginning to become more alive, and Beca loved it.

"Can you girls go a day without singing?" Wren Mitchell groaned, but his tone was only teasing.

Beca stood up straighter, sending a playful glare in her father's direction. "Music is in my blood, Dad." Beca said, "It makes me feel alive." She added, with a slight chuckle despite being serious.

"Well god forbid you feel dead. Sing on my dear."

Beca laughed at her father's foolishness then reached for her travel mug of coffee from the counter beside Emily.

Before she could escape her crazy family, Emily caught her wrist and span her back around. A plate was placed in her hand before she could resist, so Beca sulked over to the table and took a seat opposite her father.

Only one of the pancakes was eaten before Beca jumped up from her seat, declaring that she was going to be late.

She grabbed her black backpack from the back of the chair and shouted a vague goodbye before she slipped out the front door and headed towards her black Nissan Titan truck.